I would make it rain love.
Then, every drop would be a reminder.
The supply is unlimited when you go to the source.

Just go looking.
Inside.
In the place where the last
external echo fades.
Look there.

Silent stillness
quiet witness
in the i before the e
there has got to be me
Not wierd but weird.

It is weird to think that of
all the snowflakes
the world has crafted,
there could be two
or a few
the same.

Think of it.

No more lonely snowflakes.
Now the world
makes
snowflake families.

Hmm,
yes.
Maybe not a rain of love.
Maybe a brilliant white snow,
a full family, snowflake family
so beautiful
that it makes the tired and cynical and weary
stop
and stare into the heavens
Just to let the wonder
kiss their cheeks.